User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150328064428

The wiry ferret known to history as Captain Galdrim the Mace swayed to the side, watching with amusement as the otter's cutlass swooshed past him, nearly taking out a shrew fighting behind the slaver captain. Captain Torrance Roaringburn cursed, his eyes burning flaming hatred at his rival as Galdrim merely smirked and brought the spiked, blood-encrusted iron instrument that gave him his title up to deflect another of the otter's wild, aggressive blows from his shimmering cutlass. His fury, which had been mounting since he had first engaged the irksome ferret in a duel upon his own ship, the wicked slave galley Clawstern, had finally reached its climax- With a bloodcurdling roar the otter suddenly raised his cutlass up and sent it slashing down, but just before its finely-honed blade touched Galdrim's leering face, the sea otter watched, startled, as the ferret's paw shot out and caught his wrist, stopping the sword's descent, and with an expert twist, snapped the otter's wrist. Torrance didn't even have enough time to register surprise before Galdrim brought his mace around and slew him in a single blow, the fleeting spikes wrenching open his throat and snapping his neck like a twig. As the last commander of the rebellious woodlanders known as Grath's Arrows crumpled to his knees before falling sideways to the deck, eyes blank and staring, the war was over, and the last of the battle was quickly finished. The surviving Arrows were gathered, chained, and led belowdecks, where they were greeted by an evil-looking stoat and a grinning ferret crony. The stoat winked as the rebels joined gaunt galleyslaves, chained to worn oars. "Welcome home, scum."